It was only a very mild attack, he said. Eliot had taken his capsule and Matheson had only summoned him as an extra precaution. A period of rest, and her father would be as well as he had ever been, but both he and Sonya knew that was not saying very much. Eliot Vincent was living on borrowed time. 'I must go to him!' she cried wildly. He was asleep, she was told, and he must not be disturbed. She could look in at him on her way to bed, but would she please be very quiet. She looked as though she might break into stormy tears at any moment and Doctor Travers eyed her doubtfully wondering if he should prescribe a sedative. Sven took her arm possessively. 'She will be all right, Doctor, I will look after her.' 'Good. I'll be round in the morning, though it's not really necessary.' He patted Sonya's shoulder; he had known her since childhood. 'Don't upset yourself, Sonya, he'll soon be himself again. Goodnight.' As Katie Matheson closed the door behind him, Sonya rounded on her.
